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A Multitude of stories i have written over varying amounts of time.

If you would take a journey into my mind for a while it would mean the world to me. Thank you everyone for supporting me this whole way.

These Stories start from the newest, to the oldest i could find!

 

Please Enjoy Some short stories By me.

 

Story Number One-

 

You

 

I love the way you speak, the way that you carry each word. It’s beautiful. The way you look at me, the way your hair moves in the wind, the way your eyes shift so fastly. I love it all, but, I know I can’t love it for too long. I must let go of this feeling, as it’s wrong. As you have fallen for someone far greater than myself, someone perfect for you. And it brings a smile to my face to see you two so happy. But a part of me still has those thoughts. They go unheard for moments, but become deafening at others, and I hate nothing more than the way I feel. I feel selfish, I feel… Inhuman. As I see you happy, but. The first thing I ponder, is why it couldn’t be with me. But then I remember why. It’s because these lips upon my face won’t open up, they won’t say a letter nor a phrase, they won’t utter a word of truth to you. And as I see you two develop closer and closer, the more finely stitched my lips become. It’s a fine line in my brain. One side battling to say words of love and joy to you, the other side seeing you, and seeing how happy you are. Both sides Wait idle, waiting for a decision from mission control. But as more and more times passes on, the more there patience becomes dwindled. They begin to shorten the barriers, and shorten the line. Who knows maybe I won’t make a decision, and let the two sides fight. See who wins. But by then the two will be happily in love, and I’ll be stuck on the side, talking to her only as a friend. Only as an afterthought. I would then move on to the next person, someone not as perfect as you. But a mere place mat, a replica to the original piece. And years will pass and I’ll forget your name, until I don’t again. And I shall repeat this process once more.

 

Or.

 

I make a decision. One for either side, one that aids the other in the ongoing war. One brief moment, one small letter, one small phrase, could arch the wars back, and make it more tangible for one side. The outcomes are very different from one another. One side, would lead to two responses. “I'm sorry Nathan” followed by variable phrases destroying my every hope. The next, would be magical, “I feel the same way Nathan.” Unlikely, maybe even impossible. As I’m not her type, nor anyone’s type. Even if my personality was beyond charisma, my horrid appearance would scare away even the kindest of folk. So this was a mere dream. The most likely response would be one not predicted. But the most likely, “Nathan, I’m sorry, you're a nice…” followed by statements telling me how it is the worst time for her to be with someone, followed by many statements claiming that I will find someone soon, someone amazing. Someone perfect for me. Followed by my first response. “But you're perfect for me.” Then followed by a blinding screech in development, what ever friendship could be scraped off the floor has all been destroyed by my foolish assumptions, of course she wouldn’t have said yes to me.

Look at me.

 

The next option lets the side of practically win. One that would most likely save any kind of pride I have left in my vault. Would leave me a mere alone person rather than a depressed one. I would most likely take the road of the first stimulus I presented. But who knows maybe she would have come to me over time.

It is unlikely though.

 

As I write these words, and read them once over I find myself thinking more and more about her traits.

Her beautiful smile, so rare to see but so glorious when she does show it’s rare face. Her voice and how different it sounds compared to these other girls I’ve met, there’s something pure about it. Her vowels have a certain lisp to them, one that is so subtle, so faint, that most ears couldn’t hear it’s beauty. The way her words hit my ears is unlike any other, they echo down my ear canal and go straight into my heart.

Sappy isn’t it? Well I don’t care, because this is what I hear, what I feel, what I see, every time you come by.

I wish I could just write your name, send you this letter and wait upon your response. But fear overtakes my heart a lot of the time.

And I fear what you would say.

To a ugly person like me.

 

I think to my favorite memories when I sleep, every one of the most recent ones have you in them. How we stood next to each other, how you told me I was a special person in your life. The stories you would tell me about yourself. In those short three weeks I felt like I knew you better than I did any other person I’ve ever met before. Only to find out that you loved someone else.

Heartbroken these memories have become a bit more vague.

Blurred.

And some destroyed.

Like I said maybe one day I will forget all about these memories, these short days that I fell face forward towards you.

But like I also said fear overtakes my heart. And what I fear most, is remember them.

Again.

And relive every moment with you again, and falling once again.

Because at the end of the day, I’m not your type, I’m not the one who you should love.

For how could someone love me.

So maybe it’s time to let the soldiers on the right side, take their stance. And cross their line.

As I don’t see myself holding on much longer. The line is crumbling every moment.

And you know the truth better than I do.

I hope he makes you happy.

I’m just sorry I couldn’t.

 

I guess at the end of the day we know what decision we knew was right the whole time.

Your smile gives me all the confirmation I need.

 

You

 

Story Number Two-

 

Mind

 

Introduction

I’ve always believed that I was nothing, reinforced by awful words spread deep within my environment. Reinforced by every girl i have loved, every friend who I’ve trust. Every person who’s left. Every…. Everything.

It’s turned me into a cynical person. Not with all things, truly I try to be positive in all situations, much to others dismay it somewhat calms my heart. A heart that beats far to fast over the smallest things. Nothing in this world makes it beat faster than the fear of being second. I don’t speak in terms of sports as my care for those has grown quite short over the years, no this fear pretains to being second to someone else. Sounds crazy, right? It’s nearly impossible to always be first… And I think some people think I don’t know this, I do. I just choose to ignore it. Probably my biggest downfall in fact, maybe why I’m such a cynic in the first place. Have you ever thought about that? You speak words so fast, and you say so many thoughts within your brain that most of the words spewed make no sense at all. A mere overview can show this, even here it can. Didn’t I just claim to be a cynic from my environment? Then didn’t I continue onwards to what caused such traits? Strange….. why would I then say I am a cynic because I made myself one? Maybe it’s my misunderstandment of the word? Maybe it’s my unconscious thought process trying to force blame on myself. Or maybe it’s a way to stall. Who knows honestly? Because I’m not the one who does.

Where was I? That’s right? The fear of being second. Why was I talking about this? Couldn’t I…. no, people wouldn’t care a less about my relationship issues, making it a prime topic! Well maybe not. People may think I’m digressing! Am I digressing?

Where was I? Oh that’s right! My apologies I’m not in the best spot at the moment so, writing is a bit tricky. I was talking about my fear of being second. As I once said this doesn’t pertain to competition, that seems to primal in the setting it’s placed in. It deals with love, being second to someone who you are in love with.

It’s a uncommon scenario, but aren’t those the ones we fear the most? The uncommons. Commons aren’t frighting, as we are expecting them… at a somewhat constant rate, ratio can be made, and fears will be made, put to ease. But Uncommons? Well they are what we fear the most. And I’m no different.

 

Uncommon Scenario- Conditioned.

“Are you mad?”

“No”

“Well your never this short with me.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say? I’m not mad.”

“I mean you shouldn’t be so.”

“Jesus Christ I’m not angry. Let it go.”

“I’m just-“

“I said let it go.”

“See I knew it…”

“*Sigh* listen I’m not mad, I’m just having a rough day so I don’t want to talk.”

“...”

“So can’t we just lay here?”

“...”

“Good.”

“............ I just”

“Before you continue, just don’t. I just want to lay here that’s all. I don’t want to argue, I don’t want to fight, just relax.”

“Do you just want me to go?”

“What?!! When the fuck did I say that?”

“You didn’t it just seems like you want me to.”

“No, that’s not what I want.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“What?”

“...”

“Oh great not this shit.”

“...”

“Are you literally playing the silent game with me? Come on!”

“...”

“You know what you were right. I don’t want you to go.”

“...”

“No I mean I want you to go.”

“What?”

“Now. I want you to go home.”

“Your joking right?”

“No im not, I can’t handle this today.”

“Can’t handle what?”

“Can’t handle this, this back and forth, this nothing of a conversation.”

“Well what do you want me to do?”

“Go…”

“Do you mean that.”

“I can’t lie to well so I’m sure that’s what I mean.”

“Fine….”

“Fine.”

“I’ll just call my mom…. and go.”

“Okay.”

“You really want me to call her?”

“Yes! Why do you keep asking these questions as if I’m going to change my mind?”

“Fine…”

Uncommon scenarios, the ones we fear the most. That’s why I wasn’t afraid of this one. This dance wasn’t anything new, and nothing new was being thrown into the seispool. Seems boring right? That’s because it was, arguing every single day, it’s boring. Playing games with someone’s head constantly? Is boring. I wouldn’t want to over glorify a relationship of mine, now would I?

But, like I said this scenario is always the same. So, that only means one end can occur.

“Wait…”

“...”

“Don’t call her.”

My guilt would overwhelm me, I would tell myself that… if she walked out of that door, she walked out on me. This scenario happened a lot, so my fear of her leaving had decreased greatly, but I was conditioned at that point. I was practically her slave.

The next lines would go as so.

“But I’ve already called them.”

“Well is there anyway you can tell them not to come.”

“I don’t know.”

And then I would pause, and she would say once again.

“Well Fine. I’ll text her.”

Funny enough I never saw her text her, not once. It was all for the grand show. And I honestly couldn’t tell if I hated it, or loved it.

You know it’s been years since these events, these mondain, boring events, and I look back and wonder? Why did I stay?

I know it’s cliche, but looking back. I had no reason to, as there was no future for us together. None at all.

This was only a month into this journey.

 

Uncommon Scenario-Conditioned.

 

 

This next story was supposed to be a series much like God and Julia.

But much like God, And New waves, it came to a screeching halt for some reason. This is unfinished and pretty raw.

 

Story Number Three-

Kiss Me Goodbye

April 5th 2004

Alice…. Alice….. Alice can you fucking hear me for gods sake? It's about time to go, now can you please hurry up hun? It's a big day you know, not to many men get honored like this. It's a big day. Alice could you imagine what mom would think about me getting this far? Shit she would probably rolling over in her grave, fucking evil bitch. Probably would compare me to other workers before me, and how they have a fancy car, and a bigger paycheck. Alice? Hey alice are listening sweetie?

 

*Case of Isaac Forman, April 5th 2004, this was the last time isaac was seen in his residents, can you tell us a little bit about how isaac was acting that day?*

 

Sweetie? Okay i know i usually find this joke funny, but come on today, today is just not the day to be making such annoying jokes you hear? Ah fuck it make all these little jokes you want, who cares? Everything is already going perfectly today. Hey is it possible like in five you could help me with this tie? You know my pa never really helped me with the essential shit in life. I guess thats why its so nice to have you around. Well one of the nice reasons. Okay, come on nothing? Alright i'm coming to see what all the fuss is about.

 

*He was simply just chatting with someone, how many times can i tell you this? That's all i know? The only thing that was noteworthy was the name he kept saying this girls name.*

 

Don't make me come in there… You know i get all nervous when you're this quiet. Come on babe…. Hey why do you have the door closed? I won't knock alright, i know that shit scares you, i'm just going to assume your changing alright?

 

*What was the name of the woman that he kept saying?*

 

Alice, alright now it's been fucking almost thirty five minutes, it's almost time to go, shit at this point we're going to be late. So what's going on huh?

 

*How the fucking am i supposed to remeber? It was nearly two years ago?*

 

Oh my god…… alice? Alice, no no no no. Fuck fuck fuck….. Come on honey wake up, fuck wake up, please dear god wake the fuck up.

 

*For some reason mister handcock i feel as if you're not telling us the whole truth of the matter. Did you hear any frantic movements or noises that night of april 5th?*

 

Alice fuck….. Somebody help, fucking please, my girlfriend shes….. She's not breathing please somebody fucking help.

 

*I told you i don't know how many fucking times, i don't know a thing*

 

Alice keep your eyes open alright, alright you're not dying on me, not like this, not fucking like this. I love you alice please.

 

*Mr.Hancock we are going to play you the call we received from the former residence that night, and you can tell us if you don't hear any distress in mister foreman's voice.*

 

Hello, hello, please i need help,my girlfriend, she's stopped breathing, there's blood, god fuck everywhere.

 

Kiss Me Goodbye

 

*Good Morning Chicago, it's Jonathan Miller from channel eleven news, here to bring you some breaking news on the Isaac Foreman case, it's been six years since the disappearance of isaac. And just when everyone here at channel eleven news thought this story couldn't get any stranger, well let's just say. We were wrong. According to the police in manchester canada, they have found some trace evidence of the whereabouts of mister foreman. But it doesn't spell anything good for the foreman family. They found trace amounts of mister foremans blood within the house of claire winchester*

 

April 6th 2004

“I didn't do anything, i can't say that enough, it's been fuck, six hours since i left my house. I can't explain the events that had just transpired, who the fuck could? And i'm not recording this audio log to clear my name. There going to think i did something to my lovely alice. But i didn't do shit. Fuck, i'm sorry moma, please tell dad that, that i love him so much. Please pray for me. For i can't pray right now, shit i gotta go soon, i'm sorry. Fuck okay, i still don't know what the fuck happened, my mind is fucking racing. Fuck, hey….. Keep your hands off me alright, listen, no listen…. I'm not doing a thing wrong alright, i'm just filming a audio log…… *audio cuts off*”

 

*Jesus, that cannot be? That was only a day after? Alright listen i know you guys want me to spill my guts but what can i say that, that, that tape doesn't say? I don't know much about him. Isaac was always a strange fucking dude? Me and my family did not associate with him and or that girl alice he always brought home. But he never did anything wrong, no noise complaints. No problems at all truly. Can i please go home? This case has already fucked up my life enough.*

 

May 21st 2005

“Im…… Im dying moma, im so sorry, please moma dont listen to what there saying on those fucking news channels, i wouldn't ever hurt alice. You know that. What purpose would i have to hurt her? Moma i haven't eaten in days, and i'm cold. I just want to eat your warm chilli, and watch football with jo jo. I want to go home moma. But they won't let me go, i barely got away to get this tape out, moma theres some strange things going on. I think…… fuck there coming im sorry moma i have to go.”

 

 

Conversation Between deputy beagle and officer banks

Deputy begal- Alright listen banks, i know that you're new to this scene. This is your first case and shit it's a big one, but you have to understand why we do what we do. Were not the bad guys alright. The news is trying to say that we are fucking up this disappearance case, fucking idiots. Sorry banks i'm getting off track, just my mind's been caught up in the news. Got old bitch back at home, who never stops talking. Cant wait till this case blows up and i can leave that dumb cunt.

 

Officer Banks- Sorry to hear uh, deputy that things at home haven't been to great. But i feel as if we are getting off track, this is my first time doing this kind of work, i know your station saw me as a good fit on this case. Now i don't see why? But i'm just glad to be helping the poor family of alice Cooper.

 

Ends Here.... Again sorry for such a strange addition, i just wish i continued it.

 

Now these last two are very old one dating two years ago.

And one dating back to last year.

 

This first one is from early 2016

 

Story Number Four-

Up In My Dreams, My Little Short Story

 

Nathan- So welcome to my life through pictures and my daily adventures that i take and all the emotions i feel throughout my weeks, lots of my pictures reflect the way i feel and the emotions that i portray in my photography reflect a ton on my real life. Now some of my pictures this logic does not apply to. In most of my pictures i will take either a really cool scenery and turn it into my own creation or i will take a simple picture and just apply emotion and most of the time it's how i feel at the time of the photo shoot. Plus a huge thing i do is make the emotion more exaggerated or more far fetched. Now that is mostly my photo process and what i go through to get a image that i like, thanks for reading this little short part of my little short story, i hope you enjoy the book!!!

 

My Little Speech Chapter One(Love Yourself) - Life is hard, and life is going to hurt and bring you down. But does this mean it's terrible? Absolutely not, life is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I feel like a sad realization in my life is that people the world this way. I mean we all have days of hopelessness and just complete sadness, which is normal and you should allow yourself to feel this way. But when a person feels one emotion all the time, well that's when a problem arises, you see it's unrealistic to always be happy or always be sadd. You should feel out every emotion and i think then you can be one with yourself and you can be truly at peace with yourself. Now i see a lot of kids and adults falling victim to depression and viewing the world as one big terrible storm, when in reality the world is beautiful. Sometimes the world seems dark and grim, but if you search hard enough and truly want to see the good, then you will find the true beauty and the amount of amazing in this world. It's just sad to see people always looking for the negative or always looking down on others and situations, it's sad to see so many depressed. That's why my whole life i have devoted myself to bring others up always even when it will bring myself down in the process. You see i learned overtime that I could make others happy but i couldn't make myself happy. And if there was one thing i could tell every kid and every person in the world it would be that, make yourself happy first before others. Because there's only one opinion at the end of the day that matters, and that's yours, the rest will just become a distant memory. Trust me you will forget all the rumors and all the bad that was spoken about you. In a year or two you will forget what most people even said to you. But you will always remember your own opinion because that's the one that hits the hardest. I am my own hardest critic, and i bet you are too. You see if you can make that hard critic inside you love you then there is nothing that can stop you, i believe this to be the most inner peace one can achieve in life. That being the ability to love yourself.

 

Story Number Five-

 

Aftermath- a series of short stories.

To say it's been a hard couple of months is a terrible understatement. Ugh.. We lost another one of our great soldiers yesterday when…. When one of the those.. Animals got to her. It was horrifying… I can't even begin to think of the words to use for this situation. It's only been three or so months since… since the end. People came together.. quick but fell quicker… it's… it's flabbergasting. When this all first started people hid and ran understandingly.. The first month was very lonely… I was by myself for most of it.. I was so crippled by the fear of going out there… that I decided not to at all.. I wouldn't even peak out the windows to see what my fine world had become. So… I hid for a long time.. Until I heard a scream near my household… so I decided to fight my crippling fears of the outside terrains and finally leave my house.. I was greeted by a bunch of ravenous animals… I still can't describe them to this day. It was nothing like I have ever seen before…. They were attacking this woman… this beautiful women that looked to be nearly scared to death. I… I don't know where or how I mustered up enough courage to charge at those ravenous creatures… but I did.. And I'm so glad I did… because for some strange reason these things were afraid of me.. All three of them ran for the hills.. Chattering back and forth like a pack of wild hounds. This lady was a very fortunate person. She was bruised up and bleeding so I took her in for a day or so. She was very surprised by my willingness to help others.. I didn't understand at that time why. Well She informed me on the second ish day or so.. That she lived in a settlement not to far from my house. She ventured off to find more supplies. Maybe she wasn't the lucky one. I think I was the lucky one. She took me into her settlement and I am forever grateful for that….. I can't believe that she passed away. I will forever be in your favor Cassandra.. Thank you for everything. Rest in peace…

 

Locks- i decided to head back to my hometown… I don't really know why.. But I kind of gravitated towards those old memories. It was so sweet and familiar to see my old house that I left not to long ago. I don't know what I was hoping for.. My parents?! My old dog. aggie? No there was no possible way the survived.. I don't know how I survived to be honest… I mean I was in the basement.. For such a long time.. With.. With little food and little water. Like I said not to long ago I was so afraid to leave. Crippled in fact. And when I heard the screams.. I came up to complete nothingness. My familiar upstairs rooms. All gone. Living room.. and bedrooms all obliterated. So it is possible that they left before the end came.. I guess I'm just trying to stay positive… because the thought of my parents being dead is horrible and not even feasible. l can't even picture a world without them…. But I should start to gather the image. I searched the whole area looking for signs of my loved ones.. Nothing… nothing at all.. I started to feel empty… And incomplete. That may be the worst feeling I have endured… but I was so persistent on finding a sign. Just one sign of a life that once lived there… nothing again. But just when I was about to give up.. I went down to my former hiding hole...I discovered something very new.. I saw the locks on the floor… I remember I ran to the basement because of all the sirens… and it was all blank from there on out.. They. They must of locked me in so nothing could get me. I felt overwhelming happiness and gratefulness, but that soon diminished because I came to the realization that.. That they were gone… yeah I had no solid proof… but it was kind of obvious. I'm just glad they left this cruel world hero's…

 

Well I never thought the day would come… I never thought at the age of 15 I would be digging a friend's grave.. Well I guess I was dead wrong. These green monsters had invaded our camp and we had to flee immediately… they were too strong for us… we had ten at the camp.. And now… well now we have five. We all ran so fast. But… but they all followed me.. Like I was there Moses… I never led anyone.. Let alone group of people 20 years or older than me.. But I couldn't let them down.. I led everyone who was still left back to my old hiding hole. It was a about 2 miles away ßfrom camp. But it was the only place I knew.. At this time we had seven people walking with us.. And well.. They had been pretty beat up.. One of the wounded soldiers was Steven Aldrich… he had been shot in the face… he was really lucky that he didn't just die right there. But his luck soon ran out… we didn't have any medical supplies at free hand.. And well he was bleeding through the sheets we gave him.. It was horrifying watching a man keep his own eye from spilling out of his skull. I knew we weren't much farther. So I started yelling.. “Only a couple more blocks..” That was a fib.. Considering how much we had left. And I knew that if we just gave up right now.. That Steven would of passed.. Well my confidence didn't really matter. Steven passed out while we were jogging.. And… And. Didn't wake back up.. We checked his pulse… and nothing… he was like a machine that got powered off.. He had no life left in him to run.. I'm steven… I failed you. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse.. Stacy another member.. Started complaining of an extreme headache and a vomity feeling. She insisted that we push on to the safehouse. I wanted to stop but she was not going to allow that. She was to headstrong to allow us to help her. In some kind stroke of luck we made back to the safehouse untouched by any little critters. It was extremely dark and we all had the feeling of tiredness on our minds. We all feel asleep, but I was soon awaken not many hours later, by a consistent cough and choking sound. When I woke up… it was far too late… Stacy was choking up some kind of liquid.. And her face was all flushed out in the color of white. I tried everything in my power to help.. And nothing helped. I asked around the group about if anyone knew how to do the heimlich. Luckily Jason knew how to and he started to perform the procedure on her. It seemed as if it was working.. But just when we thought all things were good and breezy. She… she puked up a substance of some sorts. It was glowing.. And everyone around knew what had happened. Of course I was very oblivious to what was the situation. Everyone started to grow depressed. And I didn't quite know why. I mean she seemed fine.. So what that a little weird shit came out of her mouth? That's when they told me that she… that she presumably fell into a radiation pool. Which if she had swallowed any of the chemicals that would mean certain death. I looked at her… And she just looked so different from the Stacy I saw not two hours ago. Her mouth was so burnt.. Her mouth was open and I saw no teeth. I believe the radiation melted them away. It was soon after our discovery that she started choking again…. She seemed like she was in so much pain and I knew that she didn't deserve this at all. Everyone was so shocked and horrified from what she was puking up and how she looked. I had to be the reasonable one. I had to be the leader. I asked Jason for his .38 pistol. I had never shot a gun before. But I think it was time to learn. They were all asking me what I was about to do. I told them just look away. Just look away. They did so. I told Jason to let go of stacy. He did so. And then.. Then. I put the gun up against her head… then I preceded to…. To.. To end her life…. That was the hardest thing I have ever done.. Her face was so shocked on what I was doing. But it had to be done. I hope so at least. The group still hasn't looked at me the same since.. I buried her body right next to Cassandra's. I'm so sorry stacy… I failed you and everyone else. I'm sorry Steven that I failed you as well. I just wished I could've buried you next to your family. I am so sorry. I hope you all can forgive me in the afterlife.

 

Well there is five of us left. I truly thought it was the end after stacey and Stevens passing away. But it was strange. Yeah for a while there everyone in the group didn't talk to me and didn't keep me company when I needed it the most. But this little guy I found helped me through it all. I found him in the backyard trying to find food. He was no different from me. He was lost, he was wondering where to go next. I know this sounds ridiculous because he is just a animal and how could an animal feel the same way as a human? I don't really know but I had a connection for once with something in this wasteland. And it felt so warm and nice. I named the little fellow sparky. He was so anxious and jumpy so I thought that fitted perfectly. I'm so glad I found this little fellow. Because I was so depressed after what I had to do. I have not hurt a living soul. Let alone someone that I considered to be family. I know she was in pain. But I never wanted it to ended like that. I never wanted my first kill to be my friend let alone anyone at all. I mean her face was so shocked. I knew that her body was in shock but her brain wasn't…. I saw her face. I saw her reaction. She was so scared. And it was all my fault. These are the thoughts that went through me twenty four seven. And I was seriously wondering if suicide was the only option. To be honest. When I found the little fellow… I was actually looking for a spot to end it in peace. I guess that's how life works sometimes. I'm so lucky that I found Cassandra and I'm so lucky I found sparky. I know now two months later that what I did was the right thing in killing stacy. But it still stings my heart. But I had to do it. But in some strange way. A week or so after all the death. Everyone came together and we all teamed up and made a new sanctuary and a new life. We all agreed that is what stacy and Steven would of wanted. And I couldn't let them down again. Never again. When I found sparky I knew everything was going to be ok. And that day I decided that it was time for me to take a leadership role. I know I am only 15 but someone had to. And I was ready. Thanks to sparky and thanks to stacy and Steven and Cassandra. I owe all of them forever. And I will never stop being grateful. It's my time to rebuild this ruined world. Me and sparky and my people can. It is us versus the world and I like our odds.

 

Finding my brothers- Against all odds are group made it. We rebuilt are hideout on the top of my old hiding spot. It was amazing how we all came together and really made something out of nothing. But I knew there was something holding me back. I wasn't in the right state of mind. The group knew this and sit me down and asked me what was the problem. I told them that I was still curious about the location of my brothers. I had two older brothers who had both moved away not to long ago. Both lived in Chicago and from what I have heard from the rest of the commoners and the settlers who pass, it was apparently blown to pieces. So I don't have no clue whether or not they are alive. But it was bothering me and the group knew this. So we sat there for hours contemplating what I should do. And we all knew what I had to do. But it was far too risky. I mean a bomb dropped not even a Mile away from the city. I couldn't imagine there is any life left in that city that isn't obliterated. But I couldn't not know. So I was the first one to say it. I said I would travel to Chicago. And see if there is any life left. Including my brothers. It was dangerous and I knew that I was probably going to die. But I had to know. So I told them that I was going to set out for the city in a week or so. And they all said no. But I convinced them why I needed to go. And even though they were pissed at me they knew it was the right choice. So a week went passed. And nothing to my surprise went wrong. It was like the calm before the storm. And I was heading straight into the eye of the storm. Just before I left for my journey. People started to talk about my odds. And the things I will see. They said these things called ghouls will be there. Whatever the hell that is. They all said that Chicago is gone there is nothing even there. These were all rumors.. That people told me to get me out of going. I was to focused now to not go.

Finding my brothers part two- well it was finally the day to set out on my ventures. I was scared to tell the truth. But there was nothing I could do about my crippling fears. But conquer them and fight them back head on. Right before I left the sanctuary. One of the group members grace stopped me. She told me about how her parents were in the south side of Chicago and she wanted me to go see if they survived. I mean it wasn't that much of a hassle considering the convenience of my brothers living very close to the area in the south that she described.

Ends Here.

(Aftermath was a never posted photo series, this was canceled when that was!)

 

Sorry for this jumbled mess of a post.

I just wanted to have a showcase of my writings over the years.

I hope you all enjoyed.

 

Have a lovely Day.

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